On December 28, 2003 I lost my only son to a accidental gun shot, He was only 15, It has been so hard dealing with the grief and some time the pain is nearly unbearable. My Grief seems to be like a Tital wave, it seems when I am finally able to get up and dust myself off another wave comes and knocks me down again, I still seem to be living in a daze, I am still in disbelief, I find myself now avoiding people because I just don't want to discuss it with them anymore. I am so mentally and physically tired, I cannot seem to get enough sleep. I have been going to a Dr. over all this and he says it will take time, and I know it will.
I have a daughter that needs me really bad right now and it seems i am so caught up in my own grief that I am really blinded to hers, She is really afraid to tell me she needs to talk or anything that she thinks will hurt me. I know there is a reason for everything that happened even though I diffently do not understand it. I never in my wildest dream thought I would have to bury one of my children. I ask God daily what now? what am I suppose to do? Guide me? I don't seem to be getting answers, I pray for signs that my son is ok, and I don't seem to get answers. My son is a christian, so I don't know why I feel so compeled
to get a sign or something that he is ok. I spend alot of time at his grave, I guess maybe it makes me feel like I am close to him.
I do know that God does get me through this 1 minute at a time, It not a day at a time, but a minute at a time. I see his friends and it puts me into a very depressed state, I see his personal items around the house
and its all I do to keep myself together. I still have a 12 pack of his RootBeer in the refridgerator, and his 1/2 gallon of icecream in the freezer. His tooth brush is still in the toothbrush holder, his comb and brush and colonge are still where he left them. all of his Christmas gifts are still where he put them in his room and he was never able to enjoy them, I think I am just rambling, just so confused about everything and hurt so bad.
I have a daughter that needs me really bad right now and it seems i am so caught up in my own grief that I am really blinded to hers, She is really afraid to tell me she needs to talk or anything that she thinks will hurt me. I know there is a reason for everything that happened even though I diffently do not understand it. I never in my wildest dream thought I would have to bury one of my children. I ask God daily what now? what am I suppose to do? Guide me? I don't seem to be getting answers, I pray for signs that my son is ok, and I don't seem to get answers. My son is a christian, so I don't know why I feel so compeled
to get a sign or something that he is ok. I spend alot of time at his grave, I guess maybe it makes me feel like I am close to him.
I do know that God does get me through this 1 minute at a time, It not a day at a time, but a minute at a time. I see his friends and it puts me into a very depressed state, I see his personal items around the house
and its all I do to keep myself together. I still have a 12 pack of his RootBeer in the refridgerator, and his 1/2 gallon of icecream in the freezer. His tooth brush is still in the toothbrush holder, his comb and brush and colonge are still where he left them. all of his Christmas gifts are still where he put them in his room and he was never able to enjoy them, I think I am just rambling, just so confused about everything and hurt so bad.